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Mötley Crüe
Mötley Crüe


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, USA
Genre(s) Hard Rock
Heavy Metal
Glam Metal
Years active 1981—present
Label(s) Elektra Records
Eleven Seven Music
Mötley Records
Warner Music Group
Associated acts Rock Star Supernova
Methods of Mayhem
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Brides of Destruction
Website Website
Members
Tommy Lee
Nikki Sixx
Mick Mars
Vince Neil
Former members
Samantha Maloney
John Corabi
Randy Castillo



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Mötley Crüe Album


Supersonic And Demon Relics (1999)
1999
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Say Yeah
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Bittersuite (instrumental)
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So Good, So Bad
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That woman's got a smile
Puts you in a trance
And just one look at her
Makes you want to dance

Those dark an rosy lips
Only passify
With just a hint of ruthlessness
Sparkling in her eye

She's a teaser, and she's got no heart at all
She's a teaser, and she'll tempt you 'til you
Yes she'll tempt you 'til you fall She'll talk to you in riddles
That have no sence, or rhyme
And if you ask her what she means
She says, she don't got no time

She's a teaser, and she's got no heart at all
She's a teaser, and she'll tempt you 'til you
Yes she'll tempt you 'til you fall

She's a teaser, and she's got no heart at all
She's a teaser, and she'll tempt you 'til you

. . .



Broke dick dog
My head slung low
Tail knocked in the dirt

Time and time of being told
Trash is all I'm worth

When I was just a young boy
Had to take a little grief
Now that I'm much older
Don't put your shit on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Grab it and shake
Reach down scrape it
You just got to

[Chorus]
Primal scream & shout
Let that mother out
You just gotta say "hey"
Primal scream & shout
Oooh tear it out
You just gotta say

Janou said
Meters are red
Blow a neurotic fuse Show a little
A little pain
Unlock a lotta truth

When daddy was a young man
His home was living hell
Mama tried to be so perfect
Now her mind's a padded cell, ya

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus with adlib]

[Solo]

Hey man, get out of my face
I deal with my problems at my own pace
With your screwed-down, anti-human views
Deal with the pressures by playing the blues
If you wanna live life on your own terms
You gotta be willing to crash and burn

[Chorus with adlib]

Scream shout
Come on come on come on

. . .



She's built for speed
Racin Machine
She's in the driver's seat
Feel her shift the gears
I like to fill her up
I like to fill her with sin
Drive her straight to the top
There and back again
Hey hey
She's A Sinner
She's A Sinner
Sinner
She's A Sinner
She Kicks In Overdrive
Her Engine's Mile For Miles
So You Don't Even Bother Worry
She's Fast All The Time
Love's Got Wheels
Comes With The Deal
Custom Grip Specialty
And T stands For Thrill
Hey Hey
She's A Sinner
She's A Sinner
Sinner
She's A Sinner
She's a Sight Man
She's a Bloody Scream
I Start Closin My Eyes
She's In My Dreams
She's Half A Thrill
I'm A Fallen Angel
She'll Set Up A Kill
I'm A Saint

She's A Sinner
She's A Sinner
Sinner

. . .



Ohhhhh Ehhhh Ohhh
Ohhhh
They say Thats
Monsterous
Out With The Old
And In With The New
Let The Kids Stand Tall
And The Critics Review
Don't Talk Down Your Nose About Old Habits
Ya Gotta Kick It To Understand It

Ohhhhh Ehhhh Ohhh
Ohhhh
They say Thats
Monsterous
Ohhhhh Ehhhh Ohhh
Ohhhh
They say Thats
Monsterous
People In Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Rocks
People Marked Stupid Shouldn't Talk
And People In A Maze You're Always Lost

. . .

Say Yeah

[No lyrics]

. . .


[music & lyrics: Tommy Lee]

Rhythm denotes the regular pattern flow
Of sound and movement and speech ya know
Rhythm dictates the soul to stop and go
Of the sound that moves the streets ya know
In a natural phenomenon boom
And it makes ya wanna do it 'til you gotta go

Boom over here, boom over there, boom everywhere
Boom over here, boom over there, boom everywhere

The beat is sweet and it melts in your mouth
This ain't no shit, no doubt
You gotta shake things break things
Everybody take things to a higher level

Pumpin' jumpin' a physical activity
Pumpin' jumpin' a physical profanity

I make a drum speak the language of rhythm
I create this boom for you

Boom over here, boom over there, boom everywhere

. . .

Bittersuite

[No lyrics]

. . .


[music and lyrics: Nikki Sixx]

All these years
An angry child
Broken, shattered
Torn inside

Father!
Where were you?
Where were...

I feel old
I feel dead
Barely hangin'
By a thread

Father!
Where were you?
Where were...

To my father
How could you run?
You walked away
Abandoned your son
Broke my heart
Left me dyin'
So fucked up
Where I come from

Broke my heart
Left me dyin'
So fucked up
Where I come from

What's a father without a son
It's like a bullet without a gun
I live to die, I'll fly anyway
You're the knife, and I'm the prey
But you're dead, so fucking dead
We all gotta die, so fucking die


. . .



Oh I am an anti-Christ
And I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want
But I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passers by
'Cause I, I wanna be, anarchy
In this fuckin' city

Anarchy for the USA
It's coming sometime, maybe
Give the wrong time
Stop a traffic line
Your future dream is a shopping scheme
'Cause I wanna be, anarchy
Well it's the only way to be

[Solo]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha
There are many ways to get what you want I use the best, well I use the rest
Well I use the enemy
I use anarchy
'Cause I, I wanna be, anarchy
Fuck the rat race man

Is this the PMRC
Or is this the DEA
Or is this the CIA
I thought it was the U.S.A.
Or just another country
Some other fuckin' country
And I, wanna be, anarchy
Oh I wanna fuckin' hear it man
And I, wanna be, anarchy
Let's say it again boys
And I, wanna be, anarchy

. . .

So Good, So Bad

[No lyrics]

. . .



I'm on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.

Drop dead beauties stompin' up a storm, lines of hell on our face.
Bruised bad apples crawling through the night, busted loose, runaway, oo,
runaway.

Always, always a thrill without a motive.
30 days, such a haze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's, yeah. Cross-eyed derilicts comin', iron horse
between our legs.
Tattoos, black manes flowin'.
Everyday's a holidaze.

Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Everybody wants a piece of the pie.
They want a piece of mind.

We're on a holiday, hooligan's holiday.
I'm on a holiday, hooligan's.
I gotta get away, hooligan's holiday.
We're on a holiday, hooligan's.

Modern times and new blood's pumpin'.

. . .



I said dance, I said prance
Sleazing in like a monkey
That's cool, I say it's gross
Honey so damn funky
Dance to the rhythm
Jungle music rhythm
So primal, animal
Tearing down the gown
Striped with such a strip
She's a winner's rockshot
She don't give up, no
No she don't give a shit

Hey hey hey
She's a rock 'n' roll junkie
That's how she gets her kicks
The way she licks her lips
It's how she gets her fix
Another midnight monkey
How'd she get those kicks
Just a rock 'n' roll junkie
I'm a wildcat
I can't scratch
Nice to feel the wind's draft
Standing in the music
Dirty dirty music
Dancing on the edge
She likes it that way
(She loves it that way)
She loves it baby

Hey hey hey
She's a rock 'n' roll junkie
That's how she gets her kicks
The way she licks her lips
It's how she gets her fix
Another midnight monkey
How'd she get those kicks
Just a rock 'n' roll junkie

She likes it that way

. . .



I've been an alleycat, I lived nine lives
Just like a fine wine, I'm better with time
Like a diamondback rattlesnake
I have the rattle if it had the shake

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you, gimme something to believe in
Until you, gimme something to sink my teeth into

[Chorus]
Now when the winds cry Angela
Angela, I'll be there for you
And when the storms scream Angela
Angela, I'll be there

I've been a poet always tongue in cheek
I've seen some scenes man you'd never believe
And like a supercharged rocket ride
You know they'd have gasoline if they had the time (Pre-Chorus)
[Chorus]

Oh Angela
Oh Angela
When the winds cry Angela

Save me - I'm a suck soul sucker in this whiskey ghost town
Save me - Get me in your saddle and ride me into the ground

[Solo]

Ooooh ooooh ooooh, Angela
Ooooh ooooh ooooh, yeah!

[Chorus]

Oh Angela
Oh Angela
Now when the winds cry Angela

. . .



I'm having a bad trip (hahaha)
My flower in my hair just wilted
I just let my mike fall, drat
Charlie Manson is my hero
I'm going to live with Hendrix
Janis Joplin knows how to party
Nixon's a happenin' dude
That's why the world is the way it is today
This is the story of my life

. . .



Rat-tailed Jimmy is a second hand hood
He deals out in Hollywood
Got a '65 Chevy, primered flames
Traded for some powdered goods
Jigsaw Jimmy He's runnin' a gang
But I hear he's doin' o.k.
Got a cozy little job, sells the Mexican mob
Packages of candycaine

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

Cops on the corner always ignore
Somebody's getting paid
Jimmy's got it wired, law's for hire
Got it made in the shade
Got a little hideaway, does business all day
But at night he'll always be found
Selling sugar to the sweet
People on the street
Call this Jimmy's town

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand
He's not what you'd call a glamorous man
Got one thing that's easily understood
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood

He'll tell you he's the king
Of thes barrio streets
Moving up to shangri-la
Came by his wealth as a matter of luck
Says he never broke no law
Two time loser running out of juice
Time to move out quick
Heard a rumour going round
Jimmy's going down
This time it's gonna stick

He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's the one that makes ya feel alright
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood
He's gonna be your Frankenstein

Let him soothe your soul, just take his hand
Some people call him an evil man
Let him introduce himself real good

. . .


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